Maybe it's a dream

"Mmm..."

She wiggled a bit, feeling the warmth of another against her back. Stifling a yawn and a stretch, she let herself relax for once. Her shoulders weren't stiff, her posture not rigid. It felt like she was melting and molding into him. She didn't want to open her eyes, but his kiss on her brow caused her to furrow lightly. Good morning he had said, and goodness... it really was morning. How long had they been together like this?

Tweet. Tweet. The birds sang their song above.

Wren rolled over in his grasp, placing her nose against his broad chest. Her arms wrapped around him, or about as much as she could hold. She breathed in his scent. "Tell the birds to go away" she grumbled, ears twitching against their tune "they're waking me up" I don't want to get up she thought "I'mma throw a rock at them..." But she didn't move from her position. She was still half-asleep but also aware of her surroundings.

The Gorge.
Last night.
The meat. The wine.
Gods. The confessions.
And then. Them. Together.

Her blue eyes snapped open. Well, slowly. Heat returned to her face. "Ah" she remembered fully now, and she didn't really know what to say without making it so stupid "ahhh" she lifted a paw, covering her face with a sheepish and embarrassed grin "don't look at me" she flailed weakly "I look like a mess. I hate mornings." But this one? Totally top ten. Top five. Okay, top everything.

"Speech"